[helicopter-murmurs]
Pickin’ up to the muder scripts
So come and dish it for the road
And the code of the motherfuckin’ Triple Six sitcom ugh
Makin’ sketchin’ the infetion from the rich and come along
For the mob on you or it’s the income
Ball on to the next century misery
Strike em’ got a murder that is goin’ down in history
A train from the north
Or train from the south
There isn’t
But they all collided through
The niggas died
Cause the green and pride
Cause I will prosue you
Screw you
Put a slug through you the voodoo bruetaly
Ride on seventh of the sign
On the sniper you can find
That my slug made em’ shiney jewelry
Mr. Boogy Man if I fall from
I smell some money in his hand
Take his side ugh
I don’t give a fuck
About you side
You can be from L-A, Miami, or the N-Y
Chorus x2
We gonna take you to the Triple Six club house
We got a plot for you already dug out
I’m gonna run outside man
And pop these thangs
Wanna wanna come play in a black reign
Hers’s drivin’ round your house
Who do you hate
Voodoo dolls restin’ on you bed throw devil setts
Aix ahh diss stick
Nothin’ up my sleeve
Money boost blazin’ quick just call me crow’s
For he’s blaaay!
Co got a luss for the devilish bus
And the Triple Six crash
And I touch like malencholy
Rollin’ every spot
Lookin’ for you ass and we hot
With the infrerred sewn in his flesh
And like some fuckin’ for life
We gonna cut ya into itty bitty parts
Meet me on your side of town
Where they keep the graveyards
Crush blasted rest lots of trash
Empty shades cracked
Sim City streets
Black males found in blood trails
Ain’t not enough mall for all ya’ll to provail
So that we an put to sleep
And they smeel while they pale
Sipin’ on the soft wines of your weet softy blood
My name is Scarecrow
With yo welcome to my club
Chorus x2